She was indeed quite a different creature. She was a hidden beauty of sorts. A wolf with a glorious coat pattern. The dark charcoal fur was rich and full of color, the tips of the dark fur were dipped with silver. Her ebony masked face was trimmed with such a light silver, providing the girl a most innocent façade, giving her the essence that she was indeed an Angel. When she got older she would be quite an enchanting site. She did not look like what one would describe as an evil Grim like creature that haunted and traveled within the shadows. Even though she looked like a true innocent creature she was born from the True Angel of Death and the True Demon of Moladion. She was unique by all of that alone. Yet it was her personality that truly set her a part from anyone else. She is aware and she is not aware. She can speak and she cannot speak. She knows all and doesn’t know all. She is an oddity, an oddity that should be treasured and not sought out to break down and destroy. Nevermore has no idea that it was a crime that she did not know the correct term for ‘hopper.’ As the golden boy speaks and provides her the proper name for the creatures she called ‘hopper’ she simply nods her head up and down. She feels inclined to hop up and down like those hoppers...rabbits, going around him as she did. It was until he looked at her, his emerald eyes widen in shock, did she stop and tilt her dial to the side as she explained herself and the purpose of moving as she did.

“Yes, I was showing you how a r-rrabbit moves. They hop and that is why I call them hopper!”

When he begins to prattle on about armies and battles she simply sits a bit dumbfounded. She does not know about battles and armies, these are things Provider has not spoken to her about. She knows her Provider is beginning to speak to her differently, teaching her such things, things she knows she is supposed to know and she tucks that information to the dark corners of her mind. Clearly she is a sponge, a sponge that can be molded if done in such a proper way. She feels the need to press herself against him. Proud to have something that was hers and hers alone. Pretty Rhett was her friend, best friend, a creature that she was to have and protect. It is just when he speaks about meeting her parents does her whole serine and peaceful attitude suddenly shift. She knows Provider won’t be a problem, she had witnessed her accept other wolves within the pack. It was Protector she had watched eat another wolf. Brothers Lonhro and Singe spoke of such a hunt they had done before. She knows...she knows...and she does not want the same fate to happen to Pretty Rhett, the one she claims, the one she feels the need to protect and be so very close to. She explains as best as she can, knowing this is important, knowing this is what Pretty Rhett needs to know.

“Protector eats other small ones like us, but...but maybe he won’t with you with my scent on you. We can meet him, but we have to be careful. Provider won’t be a problem, she is...eloquent. Brother and I share den he might be there sleeping, he likes that, and I want to know more words than Brother. Brother always speaks eloquent...I want to...be eloquent too.”

Clearly she has a new favorite word.